Daily Free-Write February 16, 2021

Note: I'm nearly done editing the next chapter of Room for Rent. Here's a little sneak peek. A spanking scene from the beginning of the next chapter. Enjoy!

“No,no no!” Robbie cried, struggling as Colt pulled down the back of his pull-up.

“Shhh. I’m not going to hurt you. But I do want you to learn your lesson. This is how we agreed to do it,” said Colt, holding him firmly in place to keep him from wiggling away.

“But I don’t wanna get smacks on the bum!” yelled Robbie.

Colt gently brought his free hand down to massage Robbie’s backside. “I could punish you some other way, but one way or another, you’ll be paying for 18 sorries. If you have a better idea, tell me now, otherwise I’m giving you the smacks. And if it’s not a sufficient punishment, you’ll be getting double smacks!”

Now it was on Robbie to pick his own punishment. Colt often found that stubborn littles were more cooperative when they got to choose. But in reality, he was limiting Rob’s possible choices to accepting a punishment or accepting a punishment.

“Well, little one? I’m waiting…”

Colt was ramping up the pressure and Robbie was sweating bullets. His confused mind had been on such a roller coaster that day that it couldn’t come up with an answer fast enough.

“You have five seconds to answer, Robbie, or you get double smacks! Do you have a punishment of your own or do you want to take the smacks you agreed to before?”

“The smacks! The smacks!” said Robbie, panicking. He just couldn’t take the tension anymore and he blurted it out. That didn’t make what came next any easier.

Colt lifted his hand and continued to keep the boy in place with the other.

“Good boy. I want you to just breathe for me. There we go… Just breathe….”

Robbie began to breathe more slowly. Colt would not do what he did with some boys and randomize the spanks. He didn’t want to make Robbie any more anxious than he already was. He would spank him in a slow steady rhythm so Robbie knew exactly what to expect.

“I’m going to give you the first smack, Robbie. Count it out with me now…. One.”

“One!” echoed Robbie, as the first smack landed. Robbie flinched, but it was more out of the shock and anticipation of the smack than anything else. It didn’t actually hurt at all, but he wasn’t’ going to say anything that would make Colt go harder.

“Two!”

“Two!” said Robbie. Another light smack. Perhaps a little harder than the first but not by much. He could handle this. At least, he was pretty sure he could.

“Three!

“Three!” A third smack, slightly harder than the first two, but nowhere near enough to cause Robbie to cry out. And yet a curious sensation started growing in Robbie’s backside.

“Four!”

“Four!” That sensation was very distinct now. A warming sensation he could feel in his bottom. It began to heat up. It felt…nice.

“Five!”

“Fuh…five!” said Robbie, beginning to squirm slightly now as the smack grew hard enough to feel like a light slap.

Colt watched as the boy’s bottom began to turn as red as his cheeks. He knew what Robbie must be feeling. This was not meant to hurt. It was meant to be an introduction to spanking and impact play for Robbie, something he would enjoy. And the squirming and tenting in his pull-up left no doubt as to just how effective Colt’s carefully measured smacks were.

“Six!”

“Six! Ohhhh…”

Robbie began to moan. The smacks had crossed what would have been his normal threshold of pain and transformed into pleasure. He was no longer afraid but felt a different kind of anticipation. He wanted to feel more.

“Seven!”

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

“Eight! Yes!”

“Nine!”

“Nine!”

Robbie’s moans were now becoming a constant rolling sound punctuated by the impact of Colt’s hand on his red behind. He was starting to feel euphoric, and Colt recognized the reaction. That’ll be the endorphins kicking in, thought Colt, smiling to himself. He’d found himself a very special boy indeed.

By the time they got to 18, Rob was totally blissed out. Colt pulled up his diaper and patted his red-hot bum.

“Good job, baby boy. You took them all like a champ! How do you feel?”

“Gooogooohooooo…” said Rob, drooling a bit.

“Oh boy, I think I melted him. Come here, baby boy,” said Colt, bringing Robbie up and cradling him close. He enveloped them both in his bathrobe, rocking the boy and rubbing all up and down his back. Colt knew the importance of aftercare and made sure to stay present with Rob to see that he had a pleasant comedown from the new high, but he kept an eye on the time. He knew Rob would be hungry soon and it was just about time to make dinner.

“Are we feeling any better, little boy?” asked Colt.

Rob nodded.

“And what did we learn today?”

“No more hiding stuff from my roomie, and no more sayin sorry when I don’t need to.”

“That’s right, baby boy. That’s very good. And I’ll hold you to it, too! I want you to trust me, and I also want you to be kind to yourself. I want you to overcome that programming that tells you you’re not good enough, you’re not strong enough, you’re not enough in anyway, because it’s not true. You’re enough as you are right now. And you don’t have to be any other way. Got it?”

Rob looked at Colt in the eyes and silently nodded, Then, he sucked his thumb and leaned into Colt’s chest, closing his eyes and just resting there.